Senior Survival Brief Overview
This past week, from September 11-18, I was privileged to go on Senior Survival 2015. There were many different levels of expectations; some event so fond of the outdoors and weren’t so thrilled about the trip while others, like myself, had bee waiting for the trip since the seventh grade.
It all started on a Friday morning, 4:30 a.m. to haul all our dry bags (basically waterproof backpacks) underneath the bus. After the bus and trailer were packed up we all boarded the bus with our pillows and blankets and talked and rested on the seven hour drive up to Maine.
Now, the workings of Senior Survival are rather secret as its really a surprise for the seniors each year, so this article won’t give away all the details, but I’ll supply what I can.
We arrived at our first camp site on a lake way out in the middle of basically nowhere (not really, we knew where we were for the most part). We set up camp and then carried on with our activities for the first day including a survival lesson. We closed the day with worship and the head to bed.
The next day started pretty early as we hadn’t exactly grown accustomed to the chilly mornings and evenings. We had breakfast in our designated groups and then studied the first of the last six chapters of the Great Controversy study with the same group we ate with. Following our reading we had a debriefing, then lunch, a break, a team building activity, and then another survival lesson. Then we had supper and worship and day two had ended.
This order followed for a few days until one morning we woke up to find out that we were heading out to row for six hours to our next cap site with the canoes and all our belongings loaded into them. Fortunately we had received some training at Camp Winnekeag earlier in the week in steering and paddling. It only took us a few hours to pack up and the we set off towards our next camp site. We made it there in around six hours and then had to portage all our things for a quarter of a mile to the actual campsite. For those of you who don’t know, a portage is basically defined by the camper as death. In actuality, it just means we have to carry all of our things in order to avoid an obstacle in the river (in this case a fifty foot waterfall).
We spent two days at that campsite where time and time again we felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. There were times at worship where the group could not stop singing. I remember the night before we let for the next campsite we sang somewhere around twenty songs. The enthusiasm was so amazing and touching to see.
We were surprised during the week to bump in to Pine Tree Academy and share the second campsite with them. It was cool to be able to hang out with them for an evening. However, when we woke up they were already on their way to the next campsite. We packed up and followed a couple hours behind them. Once we arrived at the next campsite we unpacked our belongings and set up our tents to enjoy the last three days of our trip.
When the trip was over, there were torn feelings about going home. Those who hadn’t been so excited to go weren’t so sure they wanted to go home. And those who were excited to go where now a little homesick.
Overall, the trip was a huge blessing. And even though there were some negative feelings tossed around in previous years about the trip, the Holy Spirit was really with us on the trip. It was fantastic! I can only pray that you all have the opportunity to do the same!
Have you ever been on a sort of survival trip with your class, school, family, or even on your own? Feel free to share below!